(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Waltzing On Down The Road

Your mouth
invites kisses.

My mouth

A holiday of

A celebration of

The curve of a buttock
in the palm of my hand

that quivers

as we smooch
around the floor

in a patchwork
quilt of dances.

The waiters waiting
by the door.

“Senor...senorita! ”
“It is time now to go home...no? ”

“You’re scaring my staff! ”
the owner laughs.

Finally we agree
to depart

waltzing on down
the road.

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Comments (1)

You should have tried a flamenco step! Lovely poem. F